Love in the time of COVID

So...I'm newly in love, kinda. Sorta. Whatever that means to you. I found my partner Javi, a mechanical engineer, on Tinder 6 or so weeks ago. We see eachother every week, call eachother every day, and hold hands on the street. It's simple. We can share drinks and dessert at a restaurant, or take a long walk in Crown Heights, Javi with his camera, angling for a good shot in the early morning light. We want to get a dog, have kids, have a church wedding. He'll visit me in Europe this winter, in Iceland and Barcelona at the end of February, probably for 4-5 days as I gig in two of my (soon-to-be) favorite cities.

I am thrilled to find such a soul in COVID times. I know it's a weird idea, #quarantine dating, but I did it. Successfully. No really. It's possible, and it's wonderful. I haven't been in love since my days in Paris, wandering the streets in the rain, kissing by the Tour Eiffel, wondering how life like this could be possible. So, NYC, you've done me a solid. Thank you.